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1919 



SEVEN SPRAYS 



AND 



A GOLDEN POPPY 



POEMS 

a SONG 
and a STORY 



JULIANA TOWNSEND 



Copyright, 1919 by Juliana Townsend 
Entered at Stationer's Hall 




Photo by Wallace Carruthers. 

THE AUTHOR 



JAN -6 1320 



NOVEMBER, 1919 



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CONTENTS 



Seven Sprays 7 

Poppies ---- 8 

A Rose Bush 8 

Two Roses 9 

Row of Shasta Daisies ..— 9 

June _.. 10 

Marigolds - -- - 10 

Lypia Chains 11 

The Criminals - 11 

A Peach Tree -. 12 

An Apricot Tree _ 12 

Pepper Berries 13 

An Elm Tree 13 

A Wonderful Schoolhouse 14 

A White Rose '. 15 

Baby Sister 17 

Eucalyptus Trees 18 

Meditation ._ - 18 

Five Scarlet Dahlias _ 19 

Emblem of Spring 20 

The Father's Thought 21 

A Hollyhock 22 

Honeysuckle 22 

Five 



Morning Glories 23 

Some Pink Geraniums 23 

The Fire 24 

Beloved Maria Montessori 27 

A Palm Tree 28 

My Age 29 

Polly and Toto 30 

FULL PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS 

The Author (November, 1919), Frontispiece 4 

Marie Belle (November, 1919) 16^ 

Dr. Maria Montessori, Juliana and Brother 26 ^ 




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SEVEN SPRAYS 

CEVEN sprays of pussy willow 
^ Each one has a little bed, 
Each one has a little pillow, 
None of them are red. 

Seven sprays of pussy willow: 
Some of them are gray. 

These- little baby buds 

Chased the old winter away. 




WINTERS FLIGHT 



Seven 



POPPIES 

'T^HERE are poppies of red, a lovely hue ; 
^ There are poppies of pink, quite pretty, 

too; 
But the poppies of gold I love the best. 
For they are different from all the rest — 
And they grow in California. 

I like the gold for the lovely hue; 
I love the feathery leaflets, too; 
So that is why I like them best. 
And that's why they're different from the 
rest — 
And they grow in California. 



A ROSE BUSH 

SOME roses of a creamy 
hue 
Upon a lovely rose bush 

grew; 

They opened wide to meet the sun 
And cried with joy, ''The day's begun." 

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TWO ROSES 
^T^HERE were two roses that grew on a 
^ bush, 

And red was their lovely hue; 
There were two roses that grew on a bush, 
Yes, two and only two. 

But their wonderful fragrance was so sweet 

That it perfumed all the air, 
And I went dreaming every place 

About them, yes, everywhere. 




ROW OF SHASTA DAISIES 

A ROW of Shasta daisies, 

Waving in the sun. 
Every one a-smiling, 
Yes, every single one. 

Every one a-nodding, 

A-nodding to us here; 
But they will fade quite soon this fall 

To bloom again next year. 

Nine 



JUNE 

l\/[ OTHER, please do let me tell 

Something I know very well — 
Ripening is the golden wheat, 
Grass is growing at my feet; 
Blooming are the roses sweet. 
There are poppies in the wheat. 
Mother, please do let me tell 
Something I know very well — 

MARIGOLDS 

]V/[ ARIGOLDS of yellow, 

Marigolds so bright. 
Marigolds a-smiling 
In the gold sunlight. 

Marigolds of orange. 

Such a pretty hue; 
They will stand a-smiling 

All the whole day through. 

Marigold is the right name 
For such a merry flower, 

They always are a-smiling, 
Yes, through every hour. 

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LYPIA CHAINS 

T LOVE to make my lypia chains 
■^ To slip over my head. 
Once I made one awfully long 

And I wore it to bed, 
But in the morning it was torn, 
So there I left it all forlorn. 

THE CRIMINALS 

T^HE socks they are the criminals, 
-^ They are like the clothes, 
But they get very dirty 
Just around the toes. 



So I must be policeman 
And hangman, too, you see. 

But I hang them on the clothesline. 
Instead of on a tree. 




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A PEACH TREE 

A DAINTY little peach tree, 
-^^ With leaves of mossy green, 
So slender and so pretty, 
With a touch of golden gleam. 

The leaves of it so slender. 

And its blossoms are so sweet, 

That many little children 
Lie resting at its feet. 

AN APRICOT TREE 

A N apricot tree grew in our back yard, 
-^^ And its leaves were of silver green, 
And the sun sent down its beautiful rays 
In a lovely golden stream. 

When the morning light shined through its 
beautiful leaves 

With a lovely silver stream. 
It gave it a color that no one could paint, 

A wonderful, beautiful gleam. 

Twelve 



PEPPER BERRIES 

T ITTLE strings of crimson beads, 
^ And little flowers of white, 
And long green leafy spangles 
Have the pepper berries bright. 

They cheer us with their crimson beads 
And flowers of ivory white. 

And their long, green, leafy spangles 
Make us feel so very bright. 



AN ELM TREE 

T ITTLE scalloped leaves of green, 
^-^ And small trunk of brown. 
And small and tiny branches 

Make it look as tho 't would frown. 

But it will grow so tall, so tall, 
And the trunk will grow so big, 

That it will have great branches, 
Instead of just a twig. 



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The following was written to Miss Opal Stanley Whitcley 
on a trip to Little Rock through Bouquet Canyon, May, 1919. 



A WONDERFUL SCHOOLHOUSE 

T^HE Earth is Nature's Schoolhouse, 
-■■ She teaches us many things ; 
Not just to teeter-totter 
And play in little swings. 

She teaches us to love the birdies 

So tiny, shy and small, 
Who have their little nestlings 

Up in the tree-tops tall. 

Beautiful Persian carpets 
Spreading beneath our feet, 

Made of the lovely wild flowers. 
So tiny and so sweet. 

Wonderful giants so stately, 

Towering to the sky; 
Who has ever climbed them? 

Both of us, you and I. 



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Sycamores and oak trees 
So large and tall and great, 

There they stand a-ruling 
In such a kingly state. 

Wonderful, wonderful oak trees. 

With leaves of glossy green 
Forming a lovely canopy, 

The most beautiful ever seen. 

Wonderful things carved out of stone 
Stand on the mountains all alone 

Reaching nearly to the sky. 

Who has been on them? You and I. 

A WHITE ROSE 

A WHITE rose was tall and lovely. 
With leaves so slender and long. 
There are thorns about it to guard it, 

And I'm sure my description's not wrong. 




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EUCALYPTUS TREES 

n^HEY'RE tall and great and mighty, 
-^ And have such slender leaves, 
And are so tall and graceful, 
Are the Eucalyptus trees. 

They grow so tall above my head. 
And have such bright green leaves, 

That they are great and beautiful, 
Are the Eucalyptus trees. 



MEDITATION 

T SIT upon the silver sands, 

1 gaze upon the ocean blue, 
I gaze upon the foreign lands, 
I gaze upon the sea birds, too. 




Eighteen 



FIVE SCARLET DAHLIAS 

PIVE scarlet Dahlias, 
•^ In a pretty vase: 
Their petals are like velvet 
And soft green is their base. 

Five pretty Dahlias, 

Looking tov^ard the sky, 

Ask us, ^'Who enjoys them?" 
Surely you and I. 

Five dark red Dahlias, 

Very lovely, too ; 
Surely we'll enjoy them 

All the whole day through. 

Five lovely Dahlias, 

Brightening all the way. 

They will gladly cheer us 
All through this long day. 




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EMBLEM OF SPRING 

T ITTLE robin, sweetly sing, 
-*^ Tell us of the coming spring. 

Violet 's peeping up her head 
From her softly covered bed. 

Little robin, merrily sing, 
Tell us of the coming spring. 




Twenty 



THE FATHER'S THOUGHT 

TN all the days of happiness 
-^ Of childhood very glad, 
A wee, wee schoolhouse by the hill 
Was all the help we had. 

And when I see my children now 
So happily to school go, 

I think of my old school days 
In the time of long ago. 




Twenty -one 



A HOLLYHOCK 

T^HERE was a little hollyhock, 
^ So pretty and so gay; 
It grew upon a lovely stalk 

And smiled all through the day. 

It wished to go, to see the world, 
But the good plant said, "No, no; 

The time will come, some time this year, 
And then I'll let you go." 

"All right," the little flower agreed, 

"I'll wait until my time, 
I'll wait and do my duty 

So there'll be flowers called mine." 



HONEYSUCKLE 

TTONEYSUCKLE on a vine 
*- •*- Makes a pretty crown. 
So with it I and sister mine 
Deck ourselves up and down. 



Twenty-two 



MORNING-GLORIES 

T ITTLE cups of azure hue, 
-^ With little necks of white, 
Holding drops of morning dew 
For the butterflies bright. 

Little cups of honey 

Made of heavenly blue; 
Little bees gather it 

All the whole day through. 

SOME PINK GERANIUMS 

'T^HERE were some pink geraniums 
-*• That grew on a small bush ; 
Their petals were of salmon pink, 
Their leaves looked quite like plush. 

They grew and grew right by our house, 
And blossomed bright and gay, 

And in the fall they cheerfully sent 
Their little seeds away. 




Twenty- three 



THE FIRE 

^T^HE sun was red, and a fire was ahead 
^ And a fire with a mighty roar; 
And the ashes fiew, and the wind it blew, 
And the sun reddened more and more. 

Then it lessened and lessened its horrible 
hue, 

But the fire still raged ahead, 
And the people around for miles and miles 

Looked back at the fire and fled. 

The fire-fighters came, but they fled too, 
For the fire with its mighty roar 

Came on and on, and they looked back 
And fled faster than before. 

The sun went down behind the hill. 

But the fire raged on and on, 
And when it came up the fire was still there, 

But the trees and fields were gone. 



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The fire-fighters worked, but their work did 
none — 
Only a rain could save what was done; 
A rain could stop that mighty roar, 

But the fire-fighters worked as they had 
before. 



Burning of Pacoima and Big Tejunga Canyons, Septem- 
ber 23, 1919, can be seen and heard from my home in Los 
Angeles, threatening to take Glendora and Azusa. 




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Photo by Wilton Film Service 



Easter Day, 1917, at Hollywood 
Dear Dotoressa, Brother and I 



BELOVED MARIA MONTESSORI 

/^UT of the East came the boat of truth, 
^^ And that boat was steered to land 
By the helpful guidance fine and clear 
Of Montessori's hand. 

I was in that boat and watched her steer 
The boat to the schools of today, 

And I learned to work so easily 
That my work just seems like play. 

Brother, too, has learned the way 

How to work when it seems like play, 

And so we have a lovely time 
In Southern California's clime. 




Twenty-seven 



A PALM TREE 

TT has long, swaying branches 
■■■ And a trunk of brown and gray; 
The ferns take root upon it 
And suck the sap away. 

Its dates are long and circular, when ripe 
are a dark brown, 

When they're green they're yellow, 
Then they look nice in the tree, 

Just as though they're mellow. 

Once I bit a yellow one 

Because it looked so nice — 
I spit it out, it tastes so bad, 

And I thought 'twould taste like spice. 

A palm tree has such pretty flowers, they 

look like ivory; 
They are a glossy, glossy white 

And have a tint so creamy. 
That you could see them in the night. 

Then they look so nice and dreamy. 



Twenty-eight 




MY AGE 

T'LL be benign, Til be benign, 

I'll be benign a-plenty. 
In nineteen nineteen I'll be — be nine 
But I'll be X in twenty. 



MY BIRTH FLOWER 




MY BIRTHDAY 

February 2 



Tiventy-nine 



POLLY AND TOTO 

By Juliana Townsend to Her Baby Sister 

^^npOTO, come with me," called Polly, "for I am 
X going to the woods." Toto was a little black 
spaniel which Polly and "Little Boy Blue" and 
Annie loved very much. 

Toto came running and nestled up close to Polly. 
"Sh, Toto," whispered Polly, "Little Boy Blue doesn't 
like me ; I am going to run away. Sh, Toto, don't tell 
Little Boy Blue!" 

Toto very faithfully followed Polly. Although he 
did smell trouble, he would not desert her, for, maybe 
he could help her. 

Polly soon came to the woods and seeing a little 
mound, she thought It would be lovely to rest there. 

Toto's Instinct told him not to go there. But Polly 
wanted to sit down so she quickly went toward It. 

"Help, help!" cried Polly. She had fallen into a 
trap. 

The trap was made by digging a deep hole and cov- 
ering it with straw and earth. 

Toto saw that Polly could be helped so he ran home 
as fast as he could to get somebody. 

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Poor Polly was afraid that Toto had deserted her. 
How she clung to the ground outside the trap. "I-I-I 
wish Toto was here," sobbed Polly. 

Soon after that Toto darted through the trees that 
hid the narrow path and who should he have brought 
but Little Boy Blue. "Please help me get out," cried 
Polly joyfully. 

Soon Toto and Little Boy Blue had Polly on safe 
ground. How happy Polly was. And Polly never felt 
cross at Little Boy Blue after that. 




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